Life is a mystery, and its end is another, even bigger mystery.
We live in a relative world, where there is sweetness, there is bitterness, where there is sadness, there is joy, where there is love, there is hate, and where there is life, there is death... Then, what is the corresponding world to this relative? An absolute world?
If life is misery, as sister Kate said, "My whole life is misery," then does death bring us bliss? At least, comfort?
If life is an imperfect gift, a gift destined to be lost (if not, why are so few willing to leave?), does death bring us perfection? Even eternity?
With the unknown, we can only imagine; with death, we can only speculate.
The Reaper then put on a mask of terror and waved his scythe of harvest at us.
But there is another face to death that is often overlooked by our inner fears.
Death does not begin when life ends, but begins at the same time as life. The process of life is the process of death.
It can be said that death is the inseparable lover of life, just like Kate and her boyfriend, kissing sweetly under the stars.
In fact, the gift of death has long been opened, waiting for us to receive it.
When a person is about to die, his words are also good. Why? Because when we are about to die, we will see and receive the most precious gift it has ever given us—awareness.
Those who are dying are all enlightened beings, just like Kate and her boyfriend.
Some people say, "Live like today is your last day." What is this sentence trying to express? Just cherish life? More precisely, living with awareness.
We can live with awareness without imagining that each day is the last.
Masked death fills our lives.
We just need to recognize it and receive it.
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